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The Choir Invisible
by James Lane Allen
〃O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence。 。 。 。 。 。 feed pure love； Beget the smiles that have no cruelty； Be the sweet presence of a good diffused And in diffusion evermore intense。 So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world。〃
GEORGE ELIOT
THE middle of a fragrant afternoon of May in the green wilderness of Kentucky： the year 1795。
High overhead ridges of many…peaked cloudthe gleaming； wandering Alps of the blue ether； outstretched far below； the warming bosom of the earth； throbbing with the hope of maternity。 Two spirits abroad in the air； encountering each other and passing into one： the spirit of scentless spring left by melting snows and the spirit of scented summer born with the earliest buds。 The road through the forest one of those wagon…tracks that were being opened from the clearings of the settlers； and that wound along beneath trees of which those now seen in Kentucky are the unworthy survivorsoaks and walnuts； maples and elms； centuries old； gnarled； massive； drooping； majestic； through whose arches the sun hurled down only some solitary spear of gold； and over whose gray…mossed roots some cold brook crept in silence； with here and there billowy open spaces of wild rye； buffalo grass； and clover on which the light fell in sheets of radiance； with other spots so dim that for ages no shoot had sprung from the deep black mould； blown to and fro across this wagon…road； odours of ivy； pennyroyal and mint； mingled with the fragrance of the wild grape； flitting to and fro across it； as low as the violet…beds； as high as the sycamores； unnumbered kinds of birds； some of which like the paroquet are long since vanished。
Down it now there came in a drowsy amble an old white bob…tail horse； his polished coat shining like silver when he crossed an expanse of sunlight； fading into spectral paleness when he passed under the rayless trees； his foretop floating like a snowy plume in the light wind； his unshod feet； half…covered by the fetlocks； stepping noiselessly over the loamy earth； the rims of his nostrils expanding like flexible ebony； and in his eyes that look of peace which is never seen but in those of petted animals。
He had on an old bridle with knots of blue violets hanging； down at his ears； over his broad back was spread a blanket of buffalo…skin； on this rested a worn black side…saddle； and sitting in the saddle was a girl； whom every young man of the town not far away knew to be Amy Falconer； and whom many an old pioneer dreamed of when he fell asleep beside his rifle and his hunting…knife in his lonely cabin of the wilderness。 She was perhaps the first beautiful girl of aristocratic birth ever seen in Kentucky； and the first of the famous train of those who for a hundred years since have wrecked or saved the lives of the men。
Her pink calico dress； newly starched and ironed； had looked so pretty to her when she had started from home； that she had not been able to bear the thought of wearing over it this lovely afternoon her faded； mud…stained riding…skirt； and it was so short that it showed； resting against the saddle…skirt； her little feet loosely fitted into new bronze morocco shoes。 On her hands she had drawn white half…hand mittens of home…knit； and on her head she wore an enormous white scoop…bonnet； lined with pink and tied under her chin in a huge muslin bow。 Her face； hidden away under the pink…and…white shadow； showed such hints of pearl and rose that it seemed carved from the inner surface of a sea…shell。 Her eyes were gray； almond shaped； rather wide apart； with an expression changeful and playful； but withal rather shrewd and hard； her light brown hair； as fine as unspun silk； was parted over her brow and drawn simply back behind her ears； and the lips of her little mouth curved against each other； fresh； velvet…like； smiling。
On she rode down the avenue of the primeval woods； and Nature seemed arranged to salute her as some imperial presence； with the waving of a hundred green boughs above on each side； with a hundred floating odours； with the swift play of nimble forms up and down the boles of trees； and all the sweet confusion of innumerable melodies。
Then one of those trifles happened that contain the history of our lives； as a drop of dew draws into itself the majesty and solemnity of the heavens。
》From the pommel of the side…saddle there dangled a heavy roll of home…spun linen； which she was taking to town to her aunt's merchant as barter for queen's…ware pitchers； and behind this roll of linen； fastened to a ring under the seat of the saddle； was swung a bundle tied up in a large blue…and…white checked cotton neckkerchief。 Whenever she fidgeted in the saddle； or whenever the horse stumbled as he often did because he was clumsy and because the road was obstructed by stumps and roots； the string by which this bundle was tied slipped a little through the lossening knot and the bundle hung a little lower down。 Just where the wagon…trail passed out into the broader public road leading from Lexington to Frankfort and the travelling began to be really good； the horse caught one of his forefeet against the loop of a root； was thrown violently forward； and the bundle slipped noiselessly from the saddle to the earth。
She did not see it。 She indignantly gathered the reins more tightly in her hand； pushed back her bonnet； which now hung down over her eyes like the bill of a pelican； and applied her little switch of wild cherry to the horse's flank with such vehemence that a fly which was about to alight on that spot went to the other side。 The old horse himselfhe bore the peaceable name of William Pennmerely gave one of the comforting switches of his bob…tail with which he brushed away the thought of any small annoyance； and stopped a moment to nibble at the wayside cane mixed with purple blossoming peavine。
Out of the lengthening shadows of the woods the girl and the horse passed on toward the little town； and far behind them in the public road lay the lost bundle。
II
IN the open square on Cheapside in Lexington there is now a bronze statue of John Breckinridge。 Not far from where it stands the pioneers a hundred years ago had built the first log school…house of the town。
Poor old school…house； long since become scattered ashes！ Poor little backwoods academicians； driven in about sunrise； driven out toward dusk！ Poor little tired backs with nothing to lean against！ Poor little bare feet that could never reach the floor！ Poor little droop…headed figures； so sleepy in the long summer days； so afraid to fall asleep！ Long； long since； little children of the past； your backs have become straight enough； measured on the same cool bed； sooner or later your feet； wherever wandering； have found their resting…places in the soft earth； and all your drooping heads have gone to sleep on the same dreamless pillow and there are sleeping。 And the young schoolmaster； who seemed exempt from frailty while he guarded like a sentinel that lone outpost of the alphabethe too has long since joined the choir invisible of the immortal dead。 But there is something left of him though more than a century has passed away： something that has wandered far down the course of time to us like the faint summer fragrance of a young tree long since fallen dead in its wintered forestlike a dim radiance yet travelling onward into space from an orb turned black and coldlike an old melody； surviving on and on in the air without any instrument； without any strings。
John Gray； the school…master。 At four o'clock that afternoon and therefore earlier than usual； he was standing on the hickory block which formed the doorstep of the school…house； having just closed the door behind him for the day。 Down at his side； between the thumb and forefinger of one hand； hung his big black hat； which was decorated with a tricoloured cockade； to show that he was a member of the Democratic Society of Lexington； modelled after the Democratic Society of Philadelphia and the Jacobin clubs of France。 In the open palm of the other lay his big silver English lever watch with a glass case and broad black silk fob。
A young fellow of powerful build； lean； muscular； wearing simply but with gentlemanly care a suit of black； which was relieved around his wrists and neck by linen； snow…white and of the finest quality。 In contrast with his dress； a complexion fresh； pure； brilliantthe complexion of health and innocence； in contrast with this complexion from above a mass of coarse dark…red hair； cut short and loosely curling。 Much physical beauty in the head； the shape being noble； the pose full of dignity and of strength； almost no beauty in the face itself except in the gray eyes which were sincere； modest； grave。 Yet a face not without moral loftiness and intellectual power； rugged as a rock； but as a rock is made less rugged by a little vine creeping over it； so his was softened by a fine network of nerves that wrought out upon it a look of kindness； betraying the first nature of passion； but disciplined to the higher nature of control； youthful； but wearing those unmistakable marks
